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“Oh, Mizuki, I remember what I was going to tell you earlier!”
“Oh really? Spill!!”
Mizuki heard the soft drop of a pen and reclining of a chair. “There was this boy I once talked to in Junior High. He was really nice, and pretty cute too. He reminded me of you in a lot of ways.”
…?
“Oh, really?…” Mizuki let out a small chuckle. “What a coincidence!…”
…
“What was he like?”
“Hmm…Well, he had pink hair similar to yours, except it was really messy and only had a singular purple and blue hair clip to hold it in place.”
…
Mizuki felt familiarness in the description.
“I only saw him a couple times as I was walking to and from school. He always looked so tired, yet so determined…Although…”
Ena laughed. Mizuki could feel her heart beating in her chest.
“Most of the time, I never even saw him. If I’m being honest, I kind of admire that. I never got his name or number though, which is a shame.”
Mizuki didn’t know what to say.
“I wonder where he is…That boy.”
She was close to tears.
“Thank you…”
“What was that? You know I can’t hear you when you whisper menacingly like that!”
Mizuki stifled her tears and let out a laugh instead. “Nothing, nothing!~ Why do you always have to be so demanding??”
…
“Thank you, Ena.”
“Huh? Thanks for what?”
“For staying by me for so long.”
…
“Don’t say that, you’re gonna make me tear up…”
“Huh? Who’s the one whispering menacingly now?!”
“Ugh, shut up, you’re so annoying!”
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